As a child I always was fascinated by attics. It was the smell, the cracking floor  and the darkness, but especially all those things you have forgotten you had.

Looking for the secrets of attics I found my fathers agenda from 1968. At that moment still a young boy with the ambitions to become a farmer, marry a beautiful woman and have children. Just the way it supposed to be! I looked around and found more objects, all with their own memory and story. They brought me back into my own childhood, and started to create a story about the little girl I was, but no longer am.

Home sweet Home is a personal collection, an interaction between the present and the past where symplicity an idealism have taken an important role.